All That Jazz

Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town
And all that jazz?
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold, but the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Jazz

Oh, slick your hair and wear your buckled shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that Father Dipp is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Come on, hon, we're gonna bunnyhug
I bought some aspirin down at United Drug
In case we shake apart
Want a brand new start
To do that jazz

(Oh, you're gonna see her Sheba shimmy shake.)
Oh, and all that jazz
(Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break.)
Oh, and all that jazz
(Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle
If she hear
Her baby's queer
For all that jazz.)

Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose
(Oh, you're gonna see her Sheba shimmy shake.)
And all that jazz
(And all that jazz)
Right up here is where I store the juice
(Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break.)
And all that jazz
(And all that jazz)
Oh, come on babe, we're gonna brush the sky
(Show her where to park her girdle)
I bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high
(Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle)
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz!